After I Died, the Alpha Who Abandoned Me Lost His Mind Chapter 04

After I Died, the Alpha Who Abandoned Me Lost His Mind Chapter 04

A nurse rushed over immediately.

“Ma’am, you’re vomiting blood. I’m getting the doctor.”

“No, don’t.”

I stopped her in a panic.

“It’s just my stomach acting up. It’ll pass in a minute.”

She frowned at me.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, pulled out my IV, and hurried out of the medical center.

The truth was, I was in so much pain I felt like I was dying.

My chest hurt, and so did every inch of my body.

But I had no money left, so I did not dare stay in the hospital any longer.

I could endure it.

Mochi could not.

Pancreatitis was excruciating, and Mochi was far too small to endure that kind of pain.

Mochi had been a stray when we first met.

That night, I was sleeping beneath an overpass when Mochi dragged over the only cardboard box and shared

half of it with me.

After that, Mochi followed me everywhere, no matter how many times I tried to send Mochi away.

Back then, I could barely keep myself alive.

How could I possibly take care of a dog too?

But no matter where I went, Mochi secretly trailed behind me.

When I delivered milk before dawn, Mochi would blink sleepily and walk me all the way to the corner.

When I left the bar late at night, Mochi would follow several steps behind, keeping watch until I made it safely back to wherever I was staying.

Once, two drunk men cornered me in an alley.

Mochi charged at them like a creature possessed and frightened them away.

They kicked Mochi twice, but Mochi still stood trembling in front of me and growled at them.

No one had ever chosen me without demanding something in return.

In that moment, I decided to keep Mochi.

After I was diagnosed with cancer, I found someone willing to adopt my dog.

I thought that once Mochi was settled, I could leave this world with nothing left to hold me here.

But then Mochi developed pancreatitis.

Sick dogs were difficult to rehome, and the person who had agreed to take Mochi changed their mind.

So I worked myself to exhaustion trying to pay for the treatment.

All I wanted was to make Mochi healthy again and send my dog to a safe home.

But now Adrian was trying to take even that last hope away from me.

He was not just trying to drive me to my death.

He was going to get Mochi killed too.

What right did he have?

Was I supposed to suffer all of this simply because I had loved him when I was young and refused to kneel and confess to something I had never done?

If a life was what he wanted, he could have mine.

But Mochi’s life was not his to take.

I decided to find Adrian and end this once and for all.